Baby, you're a firework.

I've been so late this year posting my kids birthday session posts. But, you know what they say about the cobbler's kids with no shoes.
My little {big} boy turned 6 last month. Grady. My first baby.My sweet blue eyed dazzler's going to first grade on TUESDAY. I can't even really think about that or I start to get a little teary. He had an awesome 5th year. He did so amazing in kindergarten, and is reading full books to anyone who will listen. He is still my sweet, sensitive little guy. Smart as a whip. He loves to dance {although unfortuately he gets his moves from my husband} and run. This year he learned how to ice skate. He absolutely loves to laugh.





He just got glasses, and without them I can still see traces of the little baby that he emerged from.



But with them, he suddenly LOOKS six to me.







The biggest thing that I want to say about Grady is though, that he is the best big brother. He adores his brother. He will routinely give up something he's playing with when Finn starts to cry. And if he gets the last green lollipop, he will gladly give it to Finn, even though green is his favorite color. He is always on the lookout to protect Finn, and we even have to remind him that he's not the dad. He loves that kid.









And Finn thinks he absolutely hung the moon, and probably the stars and the sun too.



Seeing what a great kid my guy is absolutely leaves me speechless daily. Have a great year, "monk".